We were young, still in our cocoons when we first met. Flora morphed into a beautiful butterfly, sooner than me. Her wings—the colors of fire, lit the sky. Her flutter stirred many, to reach and pocket her. But free minded, she held her own, unwilling to be caught.   With a grand vision to travel ...

I cannot wait to fly and touch the sky Above the clouds, beside the Sun and Moon Where Stars stand straight in line and wave their “Hi!” Where Plough and Crux appear to watch me swoon   Where Birds adapt to fly beneath the sea Where Green Sea Turtle races Octopus Where Sally Lightfoot Crab ...

Powdery white sand shimmers its quartz in sunlight stars twinkle on ground   Singing cardinal joins the drumming woodpecker branches take a bow   Fluttering pupa amidst the dense, tall sand dunes dotted flowers bloom   Sliding waves ashore bring seaweeds, grasses, and more crabs party with bugs   Diving pelican grabs grub by its ...

Born an hour ago, or Day before. You’re One month, or A Hundred years old. Come out and Play.   On March 18th, my friends in neighborhoods around the globe will celebrate Holi. Trays of bright-colored dry powder, Buckets of water, Water-filled balloons, and Golgappas, samosas, gulab jamuns will adorn the tables.   Rules will ...

Daddy O Dad, you spoiled me. You said nothing when I ran the red light. Your patience was unbearable. I wanted to jolt you and ask, “How do you stay a saint in the midst of strain?”

Russo the Raccoon has a Valentine's Day party coming up, just one problem, he doesn't have a date. He is looking for love...

Some conversations are meant to be secured secrets they sing to the soul and bring a mysterious smile to your face every time you think about them.

  A swirling shell   That holds inside Beauty and bounty Under the guise Of tart apples, sweet corn, Juicy grapes, and zesty squash Waiting for hungry visitors To arrive and nosh Leaves twirl downwards Around the banquet But people don’t come They tend to forget What true beauty and bounty Is needed for life ...

Read the previous parts here. I tried to avoid it, but it worsened as the days went on. I’m talking about the guilt. If I have had listened to my gut on getting an uber, Ian would be still alive. My poor judgment killed my best friend and I can’t do anything but live with ...

Ayla stood in the middle of her front yard, watching as the lake invaded without premise. One could not argue with nature, as it does not willingly bend to the needs of people. However, the record-breaking rainfall threatened to force her out of the home she’d known for twenty years. The retention pond at the ...